That Thread....

My thread...


It was a contract of trust, with more than you..
And you too were more, than you are.

Yes distances were there.

I place the golden thread around my wrist, that done !
struggle with my left hand to put it on..
with eyes riveted on it, as if trying to read..

I always thought;
You should have done that;
I too have lost the rite..
and the future numerals look curious..
And I too don't know, how strange would it be..
when next we meet each other.

How we must have changed;
only the custom stays,
educing from the past,
the undying days,
and my full-sleeved shirt..remains.

Gravity Pulls....!

Our Weight...


There are people : who are apparently attached, relatively, more to the ground while other are not so much.

There are times : when one feels rather light, upbeat and up in the air and also when one feels heavy, as is the heart and so are the feet.

Every time one does an act justifying all the rationalities, an act which has helped one earn some real satisfaction, it adds more value and weight to one's self and one becomes more attached to the ground.

In due course of time, test and life, different forces try to sweep you off your feet, depending upon ones "weight" and one's will, one gets displaced or not. As in a normal gathered sense this displacement isn't just change in a situation or circumstance but it does has two effects, one, one looses some value earned (read weight) and two, one gets pushed a little behind the line, where one originally was.

Its all a part of the game which we and life play with each other.
Which side of the line we are, depends only on us.

खिल उठी लौ ....!!

जिधर जाये नज़र ...
उधर एक राह नज़र आती है ....
कैसे जानू मेरी कौन सी है ....

नज़र भी दूर तक नहीं जाती ...
जाने क्या चाहिए मुझे...
शायद एक भरोसे की दरकार है ...

उधर से बहती हवा ...
जो मेरी लौ के साथ अठखेलिया कर रही ...
उसे उँगलियों में लपेट कर साथ रखता हूँ ...

शायद कभी हवाओं के पट पर कुछ लिखा होगा ...
आज फिर वही पढने की कोशिश करता हूँ...

सोचता हूँ... जाने ऐसा क्या लिखा था...
जो आज समझ ही नहीं आता...

इस अंतर्द्वंद के मायने शायद समझ ही नहीं पाया ....
इस विचिलित मनं को शांत करता कैसे...

तभी नज़र पड़ी, हवा से इठलाती, लहराती लौ पर...
हाथों में लेकर, जब उँगलियों से उसे टटोला ...
तो समझ आया ...

इस लौ रुपी व्यथा को खंगालने से कुछ न मिलेगा ..
सार इसी में है की...

जैसे लौ का धर्म है राह दिखाना....
वैसे ही व्यथा की नियति है राह पे आगे बढ़ाना...!

You

I was walking fast,
Yes, I had missed my break-fast,

Sure something was on my mind,
May be the situation wasn't too kind,

While walking, everything in view was scanned,
I really wished why wasn't all that canned.

Suddenly something my eye caught,
It was as beautiful as a thought.

Everything about it was near perfect,
And neither did I had an eye for any defect,

It was all beautifully woven,
I could tell the touch would have been silken,

The important Diary in my hand,
Took no time to reach the ground,

Embarrassed, I looked down, for a while,
It was then she chose to smile.

Though I missed that,
May be I was timed to miss that,
But what I caught ,
was more important than that.

I did noticed her unfinished smile,
It was sure an opportunity to beguile.

Though she got me flustered...
And with all the courage I could muster..
All I chose to do was smile shyly...
She too couldn't keep herself from it, eventually.

And yes, it was this short and sweet..!!

Who you..?

I don't get it...
How come you got it...
It ain't that simple anymore..
As much it used to be before..

I thought it was pretty simple...
you could take things in ample...

Anything, even if it is most direct...
To my surprise lays around you in a state of dissect...

I wonder who armed you such...?
Or were you not careful much...?

Surprise me, if that actually was your wish...
and if you thought it will give you some push...

I would rather keep it all to myself...
and let the sheet of time spread itself...

But sometime, may be later I will dig this, with you...
I shall watch, how then, you appreciate the unearthed hue...

But don't tell me, whether you like it or not...
As, almost non-apologetically, I might appreciate it not...

It didn't matter then.
It wouldn't matter ever.